Kissing In Cars / Kellic

Chapter 1

Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so i hope you all like it and feel free to give CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISIM no hate please...anyways thank you for reading (and please ignore any spelling/grammar errors)

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Kellins POV-

I sat on the plane watching out the window as we slowly drifted higher and higher, further and further away from my home town. I hated this, I hated this so much. I really didn't see what good moving me all the way to England was going to do? if i'm honest i'll probably just act up even more and then they will have to send me home. I always get my way in the end. And that will not be changing any time soon. As I sat, squished up against some morbidly overweight bearded man, I could feel my consciousness ebbing away along with my hateful thoughts and wishes to be back in America. Before I knew it, I was out cold...

- DREAM-

"KELLIN QUINN YOU LISTEN TO ME! YOU CANNOT KEEP DOING THIS...FIRST YOU BREAK INTO THE SCHOOL AND VANDALIZE THE HALLS! THEN I CATCH YOU WITH DRUGS...AND NOW THIS, YOU GO AND GET INTO A FIGHT AND PUT THE KID IN HOSPITAL!"

my mums face had turned a distasteful shade of red and well...it was quite funny I just couldn't contain myself and let out a small smirk. "mum it was just a fight calm down!"

bad idea...

The next thing I know she stormed out of the room clutching the house mobile so hard her knuckles were white. After a good five minutes she rocketed back into the room, slamming the phone down and sending vibrations through the house. It was the same every time, she would get mad, I would laugh, she would get even more mad and send me to my room, and that's as far as it went. Usually. But the words that were to come out of her mouth next really threw me off.

"Kellin i have rung the school your father used to go to and luckily enough they have ONE space available, im sending you to a boarding school, in England, go and pack your bags."

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I awoke the voice over the tannoy telling us to put our seatbelts on as we began our decent. i'm guessing that meant land. ohhh i have been dreading this moment, being thrown in a completely foreign land, my parents could have at least come with me, who leaves a sixteen year old to find their own way to a f*cking school in the middle of nowhere. Though they did call a taxi at least.

Twenty minutes later and we landed, and oh what a welcoming. Rain. Lots of it. God I had forgotten how bad the weather is here, I didn't pack for cold, this sucks. I trudged over to the belt thingy and waited a good hour for my luggage to appear and as soon as it did I raced over, grabbed my heavy bags, and made my way to the taxi waiting area, which by the way is a trek, especially in the torrential downpour.

When I finally reached my taxi I was met with a very disapproving look and a heavy sigh. to be fair I was dripping wet and this did look like a very costly car, but I got in nonetheless and flashed the driver my biggest most sarcastic smile. I guess I have an attitude problem , if you didn't already notice. We spent the rest of the journey in silence; the radio wasn't even turned on. Awkward much. Leaning out my window watching the scenery go by I soon realised that this place I was being forced to go to was quite literally in the middle of nowhere. All there was was grass, tree's, green and a few cows if I was lucky.

A sudden wave of sadness washed over me as we pulled into a large gravel drive, it got worse and worse as we got closer to the looming building ahead. Everything was so prim and proper, I'm sure they use a ruler to cut the grass. It was like medieval times, like a massive castle, I will not fit in here. There was just nothing right about the scene; whether it be the flowers that are all too neat and clean, or the English flags sticking out the top of the building either way this place looked as if it could use some fun. I could do fun for sure. The sadness soon wore off as excitement took its place; I was going to wreak havoc...

"Your parent already pays me" said the driver in what sounded like a Russian accent, and as soon as i stepped out he was gone. I was trapped. I took a few steps forwards, examining closely to find any secret spots i could hide in when i was in trouble, which I knew I would be. I'm always in tro- My thoughts were interrupted by a small woman walking briskly towards me, a stern look on her face. The teacher had a hawkish air about her. Even her nose was curved and beaky; she had the darkest black eyes that swallowed you up if you should even dare to talk out of turn. She was willow-wand stick thin, in fact it was hard to imagine her eating at all and her hair wasn't so much blonde as a washed out brown, like it just couldn't be bothered to be any colour at all. She seemed so uptight and I knew, I just knew it would be fun messing with her.

"Mr Quinn" she yelled in a screechy voice, I flinched as it went right through me. She shoved her hand in my face, expecting a shake but I decided to have a little fun...

i grabbed her hand and pulled it into all different kind of shapes and slaps, creating a handshake only someone from the ghetto would remotely understand. I finished it off with a good old chest bump and released her to see a look of complete shock and disgust on her face. She spun on her heels, obviously flustered and beckoned me to follow her, as I did I looked up to one of the top windows to see a boy around my age, maybe older looking down and smirking. He looked quite tan and had hair a little longer than mine. I smirked back and continued on my way but for some reason I couldn't get the thought of his face out of my head...

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so that was the first chapter, hopefully it wasn't too boring but i was just setting the scene, there is better to come :) thank you , i will update at the weekend.